When I found you

I was not searching.

Our lids heavy with desire

we captured Santiago raindrops

with cupped tongues.

At the hour of your departure

salt-rose tears fell from my eyesand

my heart became a dying bird

its wings  *unfastened and open”.

*unfastened and open from Neruda’s … the sky unfastened and open…

“Night on the Island” by Pablo Neruda

I have slept with you
and on waking, your mouth,
come from your dream,
gave me the taste of earth,
of sea water, of seaweed,
of the depths of your life,
and I received your kiss
moistened by the dawn
as if it came to me
from the sea that surrounds us.